When I got sick the first time, I was a very healthy individual. I exercised, I meditated, I ate organic foods, in fact, I was partly vegetarian. I was a good person, so it wasn’t like I had a lot of fear or anger inside of myself, and I truly felt like every part of my life was going great. I had a great business that I’d started. I had fallen in love with a beautiful, amazing woman. Everything felt like it was just perfect. My life was wonderful, and gratefully, I knew it. So when I found myself on a Friday afternoon in the year 2000, sitting in front of the surgeon who was telling me that I had the second most aggressive cancer that he knew of, and that he needed to operate within two hours, I was speechless.
Last week I attended the funeral of the wife of a dear friend of mine…who had passed away after a very strenuous bout of cancer – something I am only too familiar with. It was such an amazing and beautiful…
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